Todoroki stumbled, the bloodlust was boiling in his own blood and he had never gone such a long time without allowing it to quench itself over the target. Each of his targets had been well sought out and deserving of his bloodlust, he had also never had to hide the bloodlust from anyone. But from the crevices of his heart, he didn't want Uraraka to see it blossoming within him to the point of physically painting his face, from his facial expression to his glowing eyes. He knew how a human would feel about it. His human-half had panicked the first time he saw such an expression in the mirror, he could still feel the bile that rose in his throat in such disgust for it. But this bloodlust was what had kept him alive all of this time. He turned from the house, glaring at the fiery stars as though they would be able to overpower the glow that was radiating from his eyes.

He felt himself tense then instinctively relax as arms slipped around him, Uraraka stuffing her face between his shoulder blades, "We're going to be okay."

His hands wrapped around her arms, letting himself embrace such a luxury, just for a moment, just for a moment was all he needed. The world that felt like it was slipping underneath his feet finally shifting back into place. He knew that he should've never had to face a world that was too dark for him with his own powers, but with Uraraka's arms around him, the world felt so much brighter than it had before as the stars painted the sky. "I know. I'll make it okay again. I have to."

She buried her head deeper in his shoulder blades, "You don't have to make anything okay and not again. There's the possibility of things being completely different, and that's alright. It's okay if it's different," She paused, loosening her grip and peering around so he could see her eyes shining in the darkness, "And it's okay if you rely on us."

Todoroki lowered his head, "How am I supposed to rely on you when you can't rely on me?"

Her grip tightened on him as-if if she let up for a single moment she would lose this chance, losing him in the wave of forever, "Feel that?" she pulled him backwards, pushing her forehead into his shoulder blades and standing him upright again, "I do that for you when you fall and vice-versa, but it doesn't always look or feel the same. Right now, you need us, but we also need you. Although I'm sure Katsuki would never admit it, I'm sure he appreciates that you're around."

Todoroki nodded, "Alright, we'll move forwards. But what do we do about Katsuki?"

Uraraka glanced towards the house, "We let him out."

Todoroki paused, glancing back towards the stars, his thoughts cycling around to the point he knew that it should've sounded like the screams of a riot breaking out the influence of mob-mentality rippling through the crowd in a high crime rate city, yet-it felt quiet. It only took a moment, but it felt as though the quiet of a field with the soft chirp of crickets on a summer night and the wind playing with his hair was passing through his head. He glanced down towards Uraraka's eyes, and he knew the answer on why. He trusted them, both of them. Katsuki would never lay a finger on her nor would she let him. He trusted both of them with his life. Katsuki wasn't his prisoner, far from it. Katsuki wouldn't admit it, but he was his friend. Deep down he knew that Katsuki knew what he had done was for his own good. Todoroki nodded, "Just keep the book near you until we can figure out if he has blood-bingeing qualities and until he can sort it out on his own."

Uraraka nodded, rushing inside to the book Katsuki was sealed in. It wasn't long until he could hear what was likely profanities being ushered out the door in the form of Katsuki's voice likely cursing his name to the high heavens, if there were any. The long list of profanities echoing into the night making it seem as though they were arguing over what to make for dinner and a serial killer hadn't just broken into their home. He could feel his muscles relaxing before turning and heading inside. Todoroki moved to a chair, pulling open another book and stuffing his hands into his hair. He didn't know how long he had been there nor did he notice the scent of food drafting into the disaster zone of a room, whoever had made them a target had gone out of their way to give the damage similar to a tsunami to the room. If he wasn't here, he would've considered someone breaking into the house in an attempt of a burglary that didn't end well.

A bowl filled with his favorite food slammed down in front of him, barely avoiding splashing its contents onto the books sprawled across the desk, "Don't do that shit ever again. We both know you need me."

Todoroki nodded, "I'm-"

"Don't tell me your sorry, I don't need to hear that crap," Katsuki moved, picking up some books off the floor and stuffing them on the shelf, before pulling another, "just keep moving forwards. We'll figure it out."

Todoroki glanced down into his book, "I don't know how to protect her. I don't think you would purposely hurt her….but now that you've gotten a taste for it….did you want me to give you some of mine?"

Katsuki made a loud choking noise, slamming the book he was holding shut, "Don't bring that nonsense up again. Also, you've been supplying me with supernatural creatures' blood, consider yourself once in a while you're probably in more danger." Katsuki shuffled his hand through his hair, "I wouldn't hurt you. Only a weak fool would lose control," Katsuki's hand brushed the files and collection of blood-bingers that he kept, a soft "I refuse to wind up like them" under his breath.

Todoroki curled his hands around the book, "Katsuki….What happened….what happened to your friend?"

Katsuki paused, staring down the bookshelves as if the books would release the answers to him instead of being required to page through them, his demeanor was quiet in the opposite relation to the swirling chaotic presence that rushed around the room. Katsuki bubbled, taking a breath and leaving the room before he came back with two chairs and Uraraka. Todoroki swallowed wondering if he had just hit a very bad topic between them, shutting the book as he glanced towards Katsuki lowering himself into his chair, a suppressed look of shame and guilt on his face.

"My friend's name was Izuku Midoriya, and if you asked me the person who killed him was probably me." Katsuki tapped his foot attempting not to let his voice waver, "He was a very weak child from the beginning, my parents were always very strict about making sure that I was protecting him, but he frequently did too much, too far, so I tried to push him away. Some nights I got in over my head…he was still there for me, not that I would admit the amount of times he pulled me out of trouble when he could barely hold his own." Katsuki shook his head, "But there was one night we had gotten into a large fight, spending your whole life protecting someone who won't even protect themselves is too much to ask a child. And pushing it down their throats for twenty-three years is a little much. So, I hopped on my motorcycle and I floored it. It wasn't until two days later I got a call from his mom frantic and crying." Katsuki paused, his hands tightening together. "I spent three days after that looking for him and the police had already declared him missing, they weren't doing anything since the case was opened and closed so fast. It's what happens when someone that weak goes missing, they assume they didn't make it after forty-eight hours." Katsuki swallowed glancing towards the ground. "I figured the good guys weren't giving me any information than I'd beat it out of the bad guys, typically they had a good network for finding stuff out. The more I looked the deeper and deeper I went into…." Katsuki glanced towards Todoroki, "This world. And when you get deeper into the dark side of things, darker things come looking for you. Especially when you build yourself up a reputation. Criminals looking for a partner get curious, gangs get curious," Katsuki glanced towards his hand, "we get curious. I just wasn't lucky enough for something a little less sinister to find me. Whatever took an interest in me likes to play games."

Katsuki paused, glancing towards the blanketed window as if he would've been able to see through it, "I don't even know if I found him that night or not." He ran a hand through his hair, "They get in your head, I was so confused already and then he was standing there, in the middle of the alley, looking down on me with that smug look he gives me like he knows more than he lets on. And then he was running, and I had been looking for him for nearly two months by then. So, I threw my bike down I didn't even think I just ran, I ran until I could almost grab his hood in my hands, I could feel the fabric of the hood on my fingertips, then he turned into a building that was less than livable. And there he was on the ground, just a body bleeding out. The next thing I knew, they had me over the ledge of the building, hanging by holding my throat I could barely understand what was happening I just knew I was losing." Katsuki glanced towards the window again, "I knew now why they were laughing as they glanced towards the sun to rise, but at the last moment they changed their minds and dropped me, I crawled into the building and they were both gone. Blood laid about the streets and across the entire building. There was no way all of that blood was his….I woke several days later, glancing around, knowing half that blood was mine, and unsure how I had lived." Katsuki's hand curled on his pants, "It took one look in the mirror for me to realize I hadn't. And neither had Midoriya."

Uraraka tightened her hands on each other, "Then that means your friend could still be alive?"

Katsuki shook his head, "He was so weak. I've researched it. Whatever I am, vampire or not, it's not good to turn someone so weak into a vampire if we even are that."

Todoroki swallowed, wishing he didn't know what that meant.

Uraraka glanced between the two of them.

"It's not on purpose, it never is with blood-bingers or rippers, but he'll desperately crave the life his body was never able to handle, even if he has to rip it from the other's around him." Todoroki looked down at his book wishing he didn't have to say it, but he didn't want to force Katsuki to say it either.

"It's better that he didn't become one, the best we can hope for is I find his body decent enough to give back to his mother and I wipe her mind on how she got him back to bury him." Katsuki sighed, already over by the curtained-window, hands holding onto his own hips likely trying to convince himself to be patient with himself as he did something out of character and explained what had happened. "It might've all just been in my head. I don't know what they did to me."

Uraraka glanced towards the floor, "You said you left your motorcycle? And you remember where it all happened."

"Not exactly, that alley I told you I died in is the alley I woke up in later on. Newly born vampires don't have much strength to keep their memories in order. The police report says that alley, but as the memories have started clearing out, I know it was worse than any of the pictures of those police reports that were brought home. It was a disaster. Whoever had found me was desperately looking for something to show them a good time." Katsuki paused, "Never found my motorcycle either."

Uraraka nodded, leaving the room before coming back with her laptop typing furiously, "I may have not had a lot of money growing up but that didn't mean I didn't take full advantage of every possible opportunity offered to me." A final aggressive tap turning their attention to her, "I found it. Hopefully. It's been sold two to three times but it's still in the area, but all of the hands it's passed through have been shady."

"It's okay, I don't need it back."

"That's not the point."

"How did you even find the plate number?"

Uraraka blushed, not ready to admit she pulled it up in a background check, "Let's just blame this on the elective class and move on. But that's not the point, if we can trace it back to who sold it and then trace where those people have been hopefully somehow we can get ahold of where they've been and get a hold of footage and backtrack it until we find out where they took it from."

Katsuki nodded, beginning to draw up a map and leaving the room to turn off the whistling stove.

Todoroki glanced towards Uraraka, already furiously paging through the pages, "Uraraka….if you see Katsuki's friend….don't approach him. Alert one of us."

"I know, it's dangerous, I'll figure it out."

Todoroki moved, lowering himself to her pouring herself through the books she was researching not realizing the first mistake he had made, he lifted her head to meet his eyes, a blush covering her face as confusion ran through it, "If you see Izuku Midoriya, run, contact us next." And with those words, he had mistakenly sealed their fates for the next several days.